The high platform is spliced ??with countless square bricks with a length and width of about one meter. The total area is about 300 square meters. Standing on a big pillar, it looks extremely majestic.

"The Bell Ringer!"

"One sound is the sound, and seven sounds are the end."

A voice that sounded like an old man, but vigorous and powerful, was empty and unreal.

Han Sanqian stared closely at the old clock. Damn, this clock alone is as huge as a large truck, and its surface is mottled with rust. If it is a clock, it is more like a piece of scrap iron, so In terms of appearance, the possibility of this bell wanting to ring is extremely low.

Moreover, the bell hammer hanging next to him didn't seem to be a good master, it was also rusty and mottled, and the most embarrassing thing was its weight.

Just looking at it, the thing weighs thousands of catties, and it is beyond human reach to pick it up and ring the clock.

If Han Sanqian was in his heyday, with such a bell and such a hammer, Han Sanqian would have no fear, and should be able to handle it at will.

But without the support of cultivation base, it is as difficult as heaven to move it.

Han Sanqian even laughed at himself, that he can move the bell hammer, which is considered pretty good.

"Young man, take the bell hammer, and you may begin."

"If the bell can ring once, you are considered a man."

"If you can ring twice, you can be considered as a person who has not gone to waste in this world, barely, and can be regarded as a cultivator."

"It can be heard three times, but he is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and he can be counted as the last person who has achieved something."

When the words fell, the voice stopped.

Han Sanqian frowned: "Senior, are you gone?"

"What else do you want to know?"

"I want to know, what about four tones, and what about five tones?"

"It seems that you don't need to know these things, but since you asked, the old man knows everything, so you can hear clearly."

Han Sanqian nodded: "I will listen carefully."

"Okay, if this bell rings four times, it is already the pride of heaven and earth, so it is above people."

"As for the five tones, you can dominate all directions and call on the true god with one."

Han Sanqian roughly understands it. This one can be rang by an ordinary person in the world, while the second one is a high-school student who has achieved success in school. As for the third one, he is a master. Sheng Sheng is a super master who can dominate one side, while Wu Sheng is a true god.

However, this made Han Sanqian have a deeper question.

"Just now I heard from the old man that the bell can ring seven times, so what about six and seven times?" Han Sanqian asked suspiciously.

"Six tones and seven tones?" The old man was not angry, let alone impatient, but said slowly: "These are beyond your comprehension, there is no need to ask, and there is no need to know."

Han Sanqian smiled bitterly. Although the old man didn't answer, it was obvious that Han Sanqian could roughly judge from the previous situation that it was absolutely remarkable that he could knock six or seven times.

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian shook his head: "Ask Han to ring the bell, but this senior only talks about the front and not the back. Han really doesn't know whether the bell will ring or not."

"After all, what if I were to make this bell ring seven times?"

Hearing Han Sanqian's words, the old man smiled slightly: "Seven times? It seems that I should really tell you what these six and seven tones mean." JrNovels.com